Movie clip memories
My head is filled with short movie clips of memories, piled up high in metal file cabinets and colour coded plastic folders. Each time we experience something we capture it, log it, put it in a drawer and lock it away. I imagine our thoughts to be film reels, organised into different sections, with folders and labels dividing each memory into separate categories. And even though we have organised these specific memories and locked them in the cabinet, our mind unconsciously unlocks it without a sound, opens the drawer and reminds us that it's there. Appearing into our head space unannounced. I don't know if my memories are real because I saw them through my eyes, through my thoughts, I saw them the way I saw them, with my feelings and perception. Did these things happen in the way I saw them and felt them, or did they appear differently through someone else's eyes, through their thoughts. How strange to be a soul, a mind in a body, with these thoughts and feelings g
